Amsterdam – Kevin Gates

Quotable Lyrics: Amsterdam – Kevin Gates

Yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?
Who you talking up?
Ay, please leave me alone
I’m on the Breadwinner swim team
I dive dead in your sh*t

Every night, I pray to God that the Lord forgive me
Somebody try me and don’t top me, then they coming with me
You just be talkin’, I be stalkin’ with that mini Glizzy
You ever cross me, I’ma lay you in a coffin with it
I been thuggin’ all my life, this a cold sport
Big ol’ Muslim up in rank, and I’m like Jeff Fort

Bread Winner, big driver
B*tch, you ain’t living like I’m living, you a d*ck rider
Bread Winner, big driver
B*tch, you ain’t living like I’m living, you a d*ck rider